With destructive impulses in mind, Hannah didn’t have to walk very far at all to get to the Mage’s Guild. It was in the center of Andeave, after all, just like the Silver Moon Recruiting Office. Unlike that simple and rustic office, however, the Mage’s Guild was a grand affair, one of the taller, more architecturally impressive buildings around, crafted from beautifully marbled stone with a grand doorway that had ‘The Imperial Academy of Practical Wizardry’ embossed in gold above it. It was opulent to the point of being ostentatious, and the amount of individuals, young and old, made it clear that this wasn’t a place Silver Moon recruits only. Some looked to be children, despite their voluminous robes and their obvious air of disdain. Others actually were children, being dragged by their parents to study whatever served as ‘high education’ in Andeave.

The insides were just as transcendent, tiled floors polished to mirror-like perfection while great pillars supportered painted and domed ceilings. Massive staircases lead to ever-higher rooms, while smaller ones spiralled upwards towards the grand towers. Despite the grand dimensions, however, it slowly became apparent that the guild building was ‘roomy’ at best and ‘empty’ at worst. Plenty of people filed about from one place to another, and yet, even then, the spaces inbetween seemed oddly open. A curiousity. Maybe they spent all their money on the frame of the building, and neglected to purchase the fancy smancy furniture that would complete the look?

In the center of the room, a buxom woman with a monocle and odd, light blue hair sat surrounded by a mahogany counter. A clear bastion of direction and knowledge amidst the coming and going guild members, she occasionally answered questions and offered directions, all while maintaining a slightly dangerous smile on her face.

This woman was definitely a sadist.

Hannah eyed her surrounding with something akin to distaste. She was a big fan of people not being near her, but the whole place just felt a little pretentious. Who needed that much space? Not them, apparently. But she had more important things to do than to judge the décor. Hannah spotted the woman that seemed to be in charge. Or at least could point her in the right direction.
 
She approached and stood in front of the woman for several moments before realizing that no one else was there to talk for her. How unfortunate. Hannah scowled and cleared her throat, [b]“Hi. I’m here to be a mage.”[/b] Hannah felt quite uncomfortable without anyone else to do the socializing. She briefly wished Muu or Matteo was around to navigate the complexities of social interaction, then reminded herself that that was a ridiculous idea. Hannah didn’t need anyone around.

For a moment, Hannah could have sworn that she saw a flash of disappointment in the eyes of the receptionist lady’s as it flickered first to her unwashed form, then to her foreign clothes, and finally towards the tag that hung from her neck. But that disappointment was quickly replaced by a professional indifference as she smiled at Hannah.

[b]“You have enough to pay the ten silver fee for registration in our Combat Mage Crash Course then, young lady?”[/b]

Oh good, no small talk. Money exchanges Hannah could handle. Hannah handed over the bag of silver that she received. The guy better not have lied about how much he was giving them.

The woman gingerly loosed the dirty bag, pinching it between her index and her thumb as if it was a piece of garbage, before upending its contents. Offering the empty coin purse to Hannah, she counted the coins and nodded.

[b]“All in order. Name?”[/b]

Hannah took back the bag and shoved it into her pocket with little care. It was empty and of no use to her anymore.
 
Ugh. Giving her name. And here she had worked so hard to keep that information to herself. Hannah was tempted to leave right then, find another guild that wasn’t quite to nosey. But magic. So she sucked it up. Besides, none of the others were around. [b]“Hannah.”[/b]

The woman nodded, unravelling a scroll before scanning downwards. After a while, she pulled out a quill from an ink pot and scribbled down a name. [b]“Room 402, on the West Wing. There’s no lock, but you don’t own anything anyways. Orientation’s in...forty seven minutes, starting at the lobby. Questions?”[/b]

[b]“No.”[/b] and with that single word, Hannah turned to leave. While she didn’t really need to go to her room to drop anything off (the woman was right, all she owned was a now empty coin purse), she was interested in seeing exactly where it was. She wandered off towards the West Wing, keeping an eye out for door numbers and just trying to keep track of the time in her head.
 
Upon finding room 402, Hannah didn’t even bother going in. She knew where it was, that was good enough for her. Plus, she really did not want to be late, so she traveled back to the main lobby. She would never admit it, but Hannah was excited to get her learn on.